A Wop, Wop, Wop it goes,

The Screaming Eagles flyin low,

The wheels are bouncing off the trees,

Their searching for the enemy.

The doors open up wide,

The Infantry begins to slide,

They hit the ground and their ready to go,

Then they Lock, Lock and load!

They Lock, Lock, Lock and load,

When they wanta to Rock and Roll,

They Rock, Rock, Rock and roll,

Sending heaven fresh new souls!

On patrol through the trees,

They come upon the enemy,

They run, jump, combat roll,

Then they Rock, Rock and roll!

They Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll,

Behind the trigger they gain control,

They Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll,

Sending heaven fresh new souls!

Oh momma, momma don’t you cry,

Your little boy ain’t gonna die,

Oh momma, momma don’t cha see,

GOD LOVES THE INFANTRY!

Your, left, your left, 2,3,4

Route Step, March